Shhh. Don't wake the family.
It's nearly midnight, and I just got back from a night out with a friend. I met up with her at a local music venue (a.k.a dive bar) at which an all-girl punk/rock band was playing.
Now that I'm home, everyone is sleeping. It's peaceful and I can hear the rain on the sky light and the roof. (Well, I can sort of hear it over the ringing in my ears). But now I have an itch to plug my cheap electric guitar into my cheap amp and tear it up. But that would, indeed, wake the family, so maybe I shouldn't.
Watching the grrls was awesome. The drummer was awesome. About the singer and guitarists, I kept thinking: I could do that. And oh how fun it would be. So if you don't hear from me again, you'll know that I waved goodbye to my teaching job, grabbed my axe, and hit the road (with family in tow, of course).